CHARLIE AUSTIN – by Garry Armstrong

Today is Charlie Austin's Memorial Service.  I first met Charlie Austin at a pickup basketball game in Boston. It was September evening in Boston, 1970. I was the new TV news reporter guy in town and I was meeting people, on and off the job. One of the people on my "must meet" list was … Continue reading CHARLIE AUSTIN – by Garry Armstrong

FOREST LIFE WHEN SPRING HAS COME – Marilyn Armstrong

OH FOREST PRIMEVAL I laughed when Ellin wrote that the weather is perfect for outside. "Not too hot, not too cold, and the bugs aren't in full attack mode." Or something to that effect. People who don't live here don't "get" the bugs. We don't just have insects. We have hordes of insects with jaws … Continue reading FOREST LIFE WHEN SPRING HAS COME – Marilyn Armstrong

LIKE DINNER WITHOUT DESSERT: MINI FICTION – Marilyn Armstrong

Like dirty feet on clean sheets, the dark clouds rolled in, occluding the sun, turning the sunny day gray and dismal. "There goes Autumn," said Maggie, looking up. "And the wind's picking up too." Her companion nodded. "Like God's leaf blower," he commented as a swirl of bright leaves engulfed him. Over before it started. … Continue reading LIKE DINNER WITHOUT DESSERT: MINI FICTION – Marilyn Armstrong

SPRING HAS SPRUNG, FINALLY – BY ELLIN CURLEY

It’s finally spring in New England. We can safely move the snow blower out of the garage and back into the shed for storage. It’s warm enough to put plants out on the patio and not have to worry about a rogue frost killing them all. It’s also just the right temperature to sit on … Continue reading SPRING HAS SPRUNG, FINALLY – BY ELLIN CURLEY